Rest in your heartbeat
where you have no enemies,
where no one is to blame,
where the journey has not begun
and even prayers for peace
do not need speaking.
Disperse into what you are
before you breathe,
smoke of sage in desert air.
Burn away and remember,
your body is made of stars
that vanished eons ago.
Friend, rest here
in your own rhythm
where motion is stillness.
Here is the secret,
a nest inside the egg,
A mother's womb that carries
her own savior.
Be the seed of
what you are seeking.
Flower on a Winter’s night.